"There's the last stroke of twelve striking from the church clock," she exclaimed.

"Oh, please! where's the Persian kitten ?" "I have brought you all the carnations that were in flower," said Jasmine.

"Smell them; aren't they delicious?
Mamma used to love them so--I would not give them to any one but you." Mrs.Ellsworthy stooped and kissed Jasmine, and taking her hand, gave it a little squeeze.

"Thank you, my love," she said--"I value your beautiful flowers--you shall arrange them yourself in this amber vase." "They are such a vivid crimson, they would look best against white," answered Jasmine, raising her eyes a little anxiously.

"I like to arrange flowers to look like a picture.